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  • I never understood hording until a friend mentioned it is caused by loving beyond your means. During the summer I go to this "flea market" every Sunday and overhear the snatches of conversations said by dealers and buyers.

    "I am not going to tell you its Ivory."
    "Make me an offer. I am tired of taking it home."
    "It'll be the same price all day long"
    "I wouldn't give him the stink off my shit pile"
    "Its old."
    "I was hoping you could tell me what it is."
    "I have a place for it ... but, I don't want to put it there."
    "I don't know the artist, it might be worth a million bucks."
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